Lights, Camera, Packin' Lyrics - Lloyd Banks

(Yea we back! .its a 2 G thing boy . 

. it dont stop i feel better then ever my car go up 

and down, my shoes 1400, who want it?) 

Uh I raps like crack, my lacks nike black, 

my straps right here, dont get your ass clapped, 

wheels on the chair, a crippled ass back you see the 

clouds in the sky, i put you past that 

Im drunk and im blunted', my G 900, 

my green 550, name it i done it, 

Im coller than a fridge, my jeweler's on his Biz, 

Bandana bid, bitches drooling on the kid, 

Im south jamaica bred, on a paper bed, 

you put niggas to sleep my lines wake the dead, my women dont argue 

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